It's nearly as impossible to describe meditation to the uninitiated as it is to describe sex to the virgin and it should be because it's something that has to be experienced to fully comprehend but unlike sex, it can be experienced at any time and with no costs or accessories. Also (like sex) it's a helpful tool to help reduce tension that one can continue to practice until one's dying breath (unlike sex).
It's not fun to think about letting go of your personality but at the same time, it does seem like something we'll all be faced with doing at the end of our lives when we're too sick to be cured by the material things the world has to offer and we'll have no choice but to focus 100% on the otherworldly. I like to focus on it while I'm feeling well--kind of like preparing for a test a little bit each day instead of waiting until the last minute.
Our fucked up, stupid languages don't even come close to being able to communicate what we're really feeling because our inner world/emotions are too fucking complex to be expressed with words or any other art form including music, painting, dance, etc. Plus, when we do use words or other symbols to communicate, it's all too easy to confuse the words (which are nothing more than symbols) with the actual world itself. And even dancing, music, and other art forms are misinterpreted.
Cultivate self-awareness because it’s not humanly possible for anyone to care about you more than you, yourself.
In the third grade, I received an award for "Asking Questions". That teacher had me pegged. While other kids got awards for "holding my hand during recess" and "playing matchbox cars" (each kid in the class got an individual award), I was a philosopher even back then—a spacewoman jettisoning through the space of her cerebral matter wanting to know, to discover, to experience everything.